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Chapter 613: Residual Thoughts

Kid, I thought you were just a sword cultivator with demonic talents. Now it seems that your cause and effect are so great that they have traversed the eternal river.

However, no matter what kind of cause and effect you have, I still say the same thing, since you are the prince of my former Su Dynasty, then you are my child, the sky is falling, I will help you carry it.

The old man glanced back at Gu Hengsheng, who was in a wonderful state, and the corners of his mouth outlined an imperceptible smile.

"Kill!"

Several great powers burst into the sky, and the entire stone chamber trembled, and everyone watching from a distance tensed their heartstrings, afraid of being affected by the upcoming battle.

"You guys, it's not enough to see!"

Not only did the old man not be afraid, but instead burned with a raging battle intent, and the blood-colored giant axe in his hand cracked open the stone room with a slight sinking.

Boom!

A powerful shot made the entire battle rise in an instant.

The four great powers who had entered the ninth realm of the Great Dao put down their respective identities and joined forces to kill the old man.

The powerful shot, the sharp eyes swept away, and the light of the eyes cut the void for thousands of miles, and the clouds and mist at the top of the sky were all evaporated.

The old man swung out an axe, and the axe seemed to rush from the long river of time, overturning the ancient walls around the stone chamber that had been silent for 100,000 years, and shattering the ground that was as solid as iron on one side.

Back then, the old man escaped with serious injuries due to the birth of the Sendai powerhouse of the Wuji Holy Land, and everyone thought that the old man would definitely die.

However, although the old man Daoji was broken, he miraculously survived.

For 3,000 years, the old man has been recuperating in the depths of the Qiansu Dynasty, chopping firewood to survive.

Thousands of years passed, and the old man's edge dissipated with the passage of time, and the giant axe in his hand turned into a rusty iron axe.

Now, the old man has been sublimated to the fullest, and as soon as the battle spirit that has been precipitated for three thousand years comes out, the heavens and the earth tremble, and the sun and the moon are reversed.

"It's terrible for one person to fight against four great powers."

"What did Luo Qianfeng go through back then, and why did it fall to the point where it is today?"

"If Luo Qianfeng hadn't left the Emperor Road back then, maybe there would be his majestic figure on the top of the Nine Heavens today."

Dao realm powerhouses who had not yet entered the realm of great power could only watch from afar, their abilities could not participate in this kind of battle at all, and they expressed their horror in a whisper.

A shocking battle broke out in the huge stone chamber, and every inch of the void was affected.

In the blink of an eye, the entire stone chamber was shattered, and it lost its appearance just now.

The four great powers are all the mainstays of a large domain and power, and they are the powerhouses who have stepped out of the endless mountains of corpses and blood.

However, the old man relied on his own strength to block these four great powers, and his blood and qi battle intent continued to rise, as if the entire peerless treasure trembled because of it.

"Use all your strength to kill him!"

After a long time of suppressing the old man, Youda couldn't help but let out a low roar.

Immediately, the four great powers did not hold back, and used all their strength.

Suddenly, the galaxy exploded and the earth shattered.

There was a powerful palm thunder, and a 10,000-meter thunder dragon opened its teeth and danced its claws, devouring and biting at the old man.

The earth-shattering thunder came from the nine heavens, pierced the void, and shocked the world.

In addition, the other three great powers took out their hole cards, and one after another, the world-destroying blows that were enough to level the small starry sky of one side blasted out, directly slashing the old man.

"Slash!"

The old man stood in the middle of the road, motionless, and the giant axe in his hand fell fiercely, slashing at the four great powers that blasted out one after another.

Bang!

A terrifying roar that pierced countless miles erupted from here.

The smoke of gunpowder was filled, and the earth was degraded into powdery yellow sand, which was scattered in every corner of the huge stone chamber.

"The four great powers joined forces to strike a blow to the world, is he dead?"

Everyone in the distance was shattered by this battle, and they almost shattered the cultivation of the Dao Foundation, and the momentum was too terrifying.

"This blow may already be equivalent to a move of a peerless powerhouse."

This earth-shattering blow that communicates the long river of time may be comparable to the might of the Sendai powerhouse.

The smoke is filled, and the aftermath is sharp.

Everyone didn't dare to use their souls to investigate the state of the old man in the thick smoke and dust, for fear of being hurt by the aftermath.

"Ahem......"

After a long time, a soft cough came from the smoke.

Didn't he die?

Hearing this light cough, everyone was shocked.

After a while, the thick smoke slowly dispersed, and everyone saw the image that they would never forget.

The old man's entire right hand was broken, and blood stained his entire simple garment.

His right hand, broken ten meters from his side, was still holding the blood-colored giant axe.

Looking at the bright red severed arm on the shattered floor, the old man looked indifferent, but frowned slightly.

The old man stopped the bleeding from his broken wound, and then slowly walked to the severed arm at his side.

Bending down, breaking the fingers of his severed arm, his only remaining left hand picked up the blood-stained blood-colored axe, and stood back in place with his chest straight.

He once again stood in front of Gu Hengsheng, sheltering Gu Hengsheng from the wind and rain, and blocking all the killing opportunities outside.

Perhaps, if it weren't for Gu Hengsheng behind him, if the old man wanted to move his position, he could fight with the four great powers with all his might, and he wouldn't break an arm.

"Resisting the all-out killing moves of the four great powers, can he still stand in place, just to protect the Heavenly Xuan Realm ants behind him?"

"Why didn't he move?"

"Is it worth it?"

The strong men were silent, and they looked at the blood dripping from the wound on the old man's broken arm, and a chill poured into their hearts.

For the sake of an ant in the Heavenly Xuan Realm, is it worth it to take your own life of cultivation and life?

This question may only be answered by the old man himself.

On the high platform, Gu Hengsheng knew about the shocking battle that took place on one side, but he had no choice, he just clenched the Long Hate Sword with all his might, wanting to pull it out.

Buzz Buzz......

Long Hate Emperor Sword, as if sensing the urgent thought in Gu Hengsheng's heart, shook slightly, and let out a sword sound that only Gu Hengsheng could hear.

Suddenly, a flash of white light appeared, and a figure whose face could not be seen clearly manifested from the sword of the Long Hate Emperor.

As soon as this figure appeared, the heavens and the earth were silent, and the heavens trembled.

The hidden powerhouses of the Three Thousand Star Domain seemed to sense some kind of existence, and they woke up from their slumber one after another, looking at the peerless treasures of Beizhou, and flashed with surprise.

He ...... He is the last thought of hating the Heavenly Sword Immortal! ”

In the depths, a strong man witnessed this figure coming out of the sword of the Emperor of Hatred, and his eyes were full of broken sounds.

"100,000 years have passed, and the remnants of the Heaven Hating Sword Immortal have not yet dissipated, what kind of will is it?"

Zhu Qiang changed color, looking at the figure on the high platform that could not see the appearance clearly, and his whole body trembled.

Gu Hengsheng held the Sword of the Long Hate Emperor tightly in his right hand, slowly raised his head, and met the flickering figure.